Page 51 of The Way We Win

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods, rising higher on her toes, putting her soft chest against my hard one. Lifting my other hand, I hold her face as I cover her mouth with mine.

Like before she opens to me readily, and our tongues slide together. It’s a cascade of sparks through my veins. She’s so soft and pliable in my grip. This need burns so strong in my chest. It beats like a drum in my brain.

Anxiety twists my chest, but I can’t deny myself. She has to know, and I have to know what she will say. Before we go any further, I have to say it.

Moving my lips to her ear, I kiss the shell first. “How would you feel if I told you what to do?”

My hands still hold her cheeks, and I feel her frown. “What do you mean?”

She’s whispering as well, like we’re sharing a secret.

“I want to tell you what to do, give you orders, and I want you to follow them without question.”

Her breath stutters, and she lifts a hand to hold my wrist.

The thunder of my heartbeat is in my ears, and I brace for her to push me away, to tell me she’s a smart, intelligent woman, not an object to be ordered around.

“You want to…” she hesitates. “Dominate me?”

“I need to.” My voice is quiet, neutral so I can be sure she understands.

She shivers in my arms, and my chest tightens.

“Jack…” It’s a sigh akin to a moan.

Her body is turned so her shoulder is at my chest, and thelight casts a silhouette over her curves, the little points beneath her shirt, and heat surges below my belt.

Lifting my hand, I lightly graze my palm over her breasts, her hard nipples. “Does this mean you like the idea?”

She turns in my arms to face me, and I’m hanging off the edge of a cliff. Her expression is serious, and she swallows once.

Then she nods, speaking quietly. “Only with you.”

“Because you trust me?”

She nods again, and my eyes slide closed. I pull her to me, wrapping one arm around her waist. I hold the back of her head in my hand, and I lift my chin, feeling the imprint of her body against mine.

Her slim arms are around my waist, and we breathe together. She feels so good. She feels made for me.Could it be possible?

“What do you want me to do?” she whispers.

“Get on your knees.” My voice is low and strong.

Taking a step back, her eyes meet mine before she obeys.

She drops to her knees, sitting on her feet and placing her palms on the tops of her thighs. I don’t question how she knew to do it exactly right.

I squat beside her, placing my finger under her chin and lifting her face so our eyes meet. Hers are open and deep and full of longing. It hits me hard.

“You’re so beautiful when you look at me that way.”

She blinks quickly, and a happy smile spreads across her cheeks. It feels so good to praise her and watch her bloom like a rose under my touch.

Standing straight, I turn away, walking to the door. “My ex didn’t understand. She thought I was broken. Her actual words weretwisted pervert.” Shuffling noises meet my ears, and my tone sharpens. “I didn’t tell you to get up.”

Hesitating a moment, I look over my shoulder to see her on her knees again. This time when I walk over to lift her chin, anger and a touch of sadness is in her eyes.

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